Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1177: He Comes Carrying the Warm Sunlight, Noble and Gentle

Chapter 1177: Chapter 1177: He Comes Carrying the Warm Sunlight, Noble and Gentle

Seeing no response from him, Qin Ruan’s expression changed, her previous petty temper disappearing—replaced by dense, creeping worry.

As her patience gradually faded, Huo Yunjiao signed the document, closed it, and placed it to his left. Lifting his smiling, affectionate eyes gently, he tenderly gazed at Qin Ruan.

His thin lips curled into a shallow smile, his interest apparent as he asked, "Did you come just for this?"

His tone couldn’t hide the disappointment and sadness.

Yes, all an act, crystal clear to her ears.

Qin Ruan’s gaze hardened, her worry unfazed by his feigned grievance.

Her eyes angrily fixed on the man sitting at the desk, she demanded coldly, "Where are the Buddha Beads?"

The unease within her grew stronger, along with an uncontrollable, suddenly fervent agitation.

Seeing her truly enraged, Huo Yunjiao’s lips slightly pursed, and with a tip of his toe, he slid his office chair back and stretched his hand to open the drawer in front of the desk.

His expression calmly, he nodded his head at Qin Ruan, his voice still gentle, "Here it is, come see for yourself if you want."

His unhurried tone was full of allure.

Seeing his carefree demeanor and the mocking expression on his face, Qin Ruan always felt like Huo Yunjiao was a hunter waiting for his prey.

Amidst this unknown danger and concern, the reason in her mind was still overwhelmed by the unease at the bottom of her heart.

She stood up and walked towards the smiling man, each step as if walking on clouds, her agitated mood intensifying.

"Thump thump—"

Before Qin Ruan could approach the desk, the office door was knocked from the outside.

"Third Master, the kitchen has sent over the young masters’ favorite desserts, shall I bring them in?"

Huo Qi stood outside, asking with a respectful tone, lacking the closeness usually shown around family.

"Yes!"

"I’m hungry!"

Before Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan could speak, the two little ones on the sofa started shouting towards the door.

Hearing their noisy commotion, Qin Ruan felt a headache coming on; she was in a bad mood today, not fond of noise, and her suppressed irritability was increasingly uncontrollable.

Huo Yunjiao was closely watching Qin Ruan’s expressions, and seeing her look unwell, he sternly told Huo Yao and Huo Anqi, "Quiet down!"

He stood up, casually closed the drawer, walked over to Qin Ruan, and tenderly pulled her delicate frame into his embrace, asking with concern, "Your complexion isn’t looking good, are you feeling unwell? Are the kids bothering you?"

He was not asking about Huo Yao or Huo Anqi but about the child Qin Ruan was carrying.

Qin Ruan’s furrowed brows relaxed, her head resting against Huo Yunjiao’s chest, her expression listless.

She didn’t speak, merely shaking her head gently.

Suddenly engulfed by low spirits, unspeakable irritation and anxiety accumulated within her, and she lost interest in the Buddha Beads she had previously been adamant about.

Huo Yunjiao gently stroked Qin Ruan’s hair, every other stroke tender and caring.

Huo Yunjiao was not sure if it was because of his gentle movements or because Qin Ruan was too tired today, but she, sniffing the familiar cold fragrance in the air, began to doze off, resting in Huo Yunjiao’s arms.

Huo Yunjiao, holding her body, slightly tightened his arms, his dark, calm eyes fixating on his two sons who stood up.

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi signaled an OK gesture to their father with their hands.

The father and sons had long had an understanding, knowing each other’s meanings with just a glance.

Huo Yunjiao carried Qin Ruan to the resting room while Huo Yao and Huo Anqi didn’t go out to meet Huo Qi.

In fact, there was no one outside at all; it was just an illusion created to delay Qin Ruan from discovering the truth about the shattered Buddha Beads.

When Huo Yunjiao came out of the resting room, his handsome face was somber, his gaze unfriendly as he coldly questioned his sons, "What trouble have you caused that allowed her to be so easily deceived by the illusion?"

If Qin Ruan hadn’t been angry and upset because of the two boys, her mind wouldn’t have been easily controlled, and the outside illusion wouldn’t have confused her.

Under their father’s oppressive presence, Huo Yao and Huo Anqi’s faces were stern and solemn.

They appeared unusually well-behaved, not in a pretentious way, but genuinely good, and also anxious.

As the elder brother, Huo Yao stepped forward to explain their actions at the Qin Family’s and also revealed the truth about firing guns in the restaurant without telling Qin Ruan.

"...During the days we stayed at our grandfather’s house, Aqi and I clearly noticed someone targeting us; they were advanced puppets crafted by the Witch Clan, hiding in the shadows. In order not to spook them or involve our grandfather’s family, Aqi and I suggested going out.

Even our uncle was worried about us, wishing to have constant protection. The restaurant was a good opportunity; Aqi and I used our spiritual power to control the guns and eliminated them without anyone noticing what we did."

He spoke confidently, ensuring at the end that everything was handled cleanly, with a pride as if seeking approval from his father.

Master Huo was unimpressed, his expression still as somber as water, "Next time, do not act personally, with Chu Zifeng around."

He had assigned to his sons the chief of the Ghost Emperors of Fengdu to keep them away from trouble and to keep their exceptional nature hidden.

Huo Yao’s face crumpled, his lips pouting, his voice aggrieved, "It was mainly annoying being entangled by them, acting personally was the only way to feel relieved."

How could Huo Yunjiao not understand his son’s temperament, unwilling to suffer losses, always seeking to retaliate?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, speaking earnestly, "Ruanruan is very worried about you. She doesn’t ask why you shot guns in the restaurant, but she’s still concerned deep down; this is not a reason for you to act recklessly. As her children, you should consider more how your mother feels worried for you."

His Ruanruan was gentle yet stubborn, aware her children were mature far beyond other young ones.

She was willing to respect Ayao and Anqi, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t worried.

The children hiding things might still make her feel a bit sad deep down.

Huo Yao, his delicate face slightly changing, understanding his father’s implied message, looked distressed, "Understood, father, we will be more covert next time."

Huo Anqi stood quietly to the side, also understanding the gist of the conversation between his father and brother, subconsciously nodding in a promise, "Next time, we won’t make mother sad."

Seeing his sons understanding and sensible, Huo Yunjiao couldn’t bear to blame them any further, his voice much softer, "Just this once, but next time, punishment will be severe."

The two boys nodded vigorously, "Mm—"

Qin Ruan woke up after two hours of rest.

She was awakened by the appetizing aroma of food seeping through the door gap.

The door to the resting room was pushed open, and a familiar figure entered her view, a gentle, smiling voice reaching her ears, "My dear, you’ve finally woken up."

Huo Yunjiao leaned against the door frame, his legs crossed while wearing dress pants, arms folded in front, his posture relaxed. The office sunlight flooded into the dim resting room, him bringing the warm daylight, both majestic and gentle.